Wind Beneath My Wings *Love Song Challenge Post*

Wind Beneath My Wings: By LadyVoldemort87

Year of Release: 1989


It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

Hermione looked at her husband of five years and smiled. His head lay flat on his pillow and his mouth hung slightly open, curving upward into a sleep filled smile. His breathing remained constant as she rested her head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. It was that heart that had beat constantly for her through all the hardships they had faced and battles that they had overcome. Their love was one that had been forged on the battlefield, through months of being hidden away, enclosed in Grimmauld Place. But it had bloomed, and they had loved and lost, but remained as devoted to each other as two people could possibly be.

Draco Malfoy, the bigoted Slytherin Pureblood, had come to the Order a broken young man. His mother had been murdered by her own sister, Bellatrix after she had dared to defy the Dark Lord, pleading for mercy for the failure of her husband, and of her only son. Voldemort, depraved as he was, had ordered Narcissa to disrobe, and face her punishment. Voldemort himself had violently raped her, and had then gone on to watch as his Death Eater’s beat Narcissa to an inch of her life. In an act of rare compassion, Bellatrix took her sister’s life before it was treated as a prize for whoever had pleased the Dark Lord most.

Draco knew there was no way out, and had gone to the only person who he knew who he knew would help him, however much he or she didn’t want to. He had apparated to Hogwarts gates, after being taught by his father in his third year how to do so. He ran up toward the school, stopping only when he reached the office of Professor McGonagall. He had collapsed upon entering, and had sobbed openly for the loss of his mother in the Professor’s arms. That very evening had been Draco’s very first visit to Grimmauld Place. He had arrived at the his ancestral home, with Mad-Eye Moody. Upon seeing Draco, Harry and Ron had flew into a fit of rage, attempting several times to curse the broken blond.

One of the few people that hadn’t attempted to lynch Draco, was Hermione Granger. She had sat calm and collected as Draco told his tale, gasping occasionally as he struggled at parts about the torture and murder of his mother. Harry and Ron, by the end of his talk, where speechless. They had no idea Malfoy had been subjected to such torture, but the thing they were most surprised about was Snape’s loyalty to Dumbledore. Harry tread carefully around Draco for the first few days, until they received a small package several days later, containing Dumbledore’s memories and a letter to Harry, revealing just how much Draco really knew.

It was one night, nearing the midnight hour, that Draco first properly spoke to Hermione. She was holed up in the library researching the effects of Basilisk venom on cursed magical objects. He had wandered in and peeked over her shoulder. The book had instantly flew shut and her wand had been at ready only seconds later.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Draco!” she breathed, as she placed her hand on her pounding heart.

Draco took a second to realised that that’d been the very first time she’d ever used his first name. He blinked several times as she studied him, and then a small smile lit up his features and he said, “Sorry, Hermione.”

She smiled herself and opened her book, and continued her reading, only stopping when his voice called out to her over the room, “If you’re looking for Basilisk venom, don’t forget the fangs from the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.” he said with a knowing smile and resumed reading.

That night as he lay in bed, Draco realised how wrong he had been about Hermione Granger.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

It was almost the beginning of September when Lucius Malfoy arrived at Grimmauld Place fresh from Azkaban, he was openly calling for his son as soon as the front door was closed. Draco stood at the top of the stairs, behind him stood Hermione. She could see Draco was shaking like a leaf, and reached out to put her hand on his arm to steady him. She whispered into his ear, “It’s ok Draco. Go to your father.” She watched as he flew down the stairs and into the waiting arms of Lucius Malfoy, who in a most unexpected show of emotion, hugged his son tightly and soothed him as it all became too much. Hermione had never seen this sort of emotion, and never thought it possible from Draco. The hurt and pain he had faced all came pouring out, as his father held him. There were several minutes of silence as Lucius and Draco stood in the hallway, unaware of the small audience they had.

Hermione walked down the stairs pushed Ron and Harry back toward the living room and closed the door behind her. She could see Ron was longing to make a remark about Draco and as soon he opened his mouth, quick as a flash she had her hands on his chest, bunching up his t-shirt with her fist.

“You dare say one word, Ronald Weasley, and I swear I will make you suffer. How dare you even think to make fun of Draco! He has been through the worst sort of experience anyone could ever have. How would you like it if it was your mother?” She said as she prodded him in the chest. He remained speechless for several second and then looked away.

“Well?” she asked once more.

“I’d be the same.” he said quietly.

“Remember the fact that I come of age the week after next, and remember that I will not hesitate to hex you if make one single joke or snide remark about what Draco has gone through, or what happened out there with Mr Malfoy. Got it?” she asked as she let go of this t-shirt and placed her hands on her hips.

“You wouldn’t!” said Ron, shocked that Hermione had threatened to hex him.

She laughed lightly, “Oh yes I would, Ronald. He has sat with me night after night, helping me with the research for the Horcruxes and every night he’s tried to smile, tried to not to show just how upset he is. He’s used to being so strong and for once, just this once he can’t hide behind his smirk anymore. He’s grieving Ronald. And I for one, am going to support him. He doesn’t deserve to be ridiculed in times like these.”

“Hermione’s right. We need to put all this animosity behind us. He’s going to be helping us with the Horcruxes and we need to all get along.” said Harry, as the living room door opened.

Draco looked a little better after his time with Lucius, who in turn looked a little red eyed.

“You ok?” asked Hermione, to Draco who had just sat down on the nearest couch.

Draco raised his head and gave a slight smile, and nodded.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.


Hexes and Unforgiveables flew around the grounds of Hogwarts, hitting Death Eater’s and Order members alike. Hermione watched as people crumpled to the floor, injured or dead. She watched entranced as Draco fired curse after curse at on coming Death Eaters, with a determined look on his face. Hermione knew this was as close to revenge as he was going to get, she nearly wept for him as he brought each and every one of them to their knees, the only words spoken from his mouth, “For my mother.” repeated like a mantra.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as he faced off with Antonin Dolohov, the last standing Death Eater. She watched with amazement as cast the Sectumsempra curse directly at Dolohov’s chest, cutting open his skin. He then cast an asphyxiation curse upon him, and watched he was brought to his knees. This time he spoke, “For Hermione.” Hermione could see the determination in his eyes as he cast the curse that incapacitated Dolohov. In three strides she was at his side, she threw her arms around his and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her with hunger and longing, wanting to kiss her for such a long time.

They kissed as if their lives depended on it, frantically and with passion. When they drew away, they were both panting. He took her hand and kissed it. They walked hand in hand into Hogwarts, leaving a trail of bound and gagged Death Eater’s and broken wands in their wake.

They fought simultaneously back to back, only coming to a stop when Harry faced the Dark Lord. They watched in horror as Voldemort fired the Avada Kedavra curse directly at Harry, only for it to rebound and hit in square in the chest, the surprise written across his face. It seemed for a spilt second as if he still lived, until he fell backward, dropping dead to the floor. The cheer rose up through the Great Hall like a roar. People cried with relief as Harry dropped to his knees beside Voldemort’s body unable to believe the fact that he was really dead. Draco watched as Ginny rushed to his side, and Harry wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder.

Hermione turned to face Draco, relief shining in her eyes. “He did it, it’s finally over.” she breathed.

He reached out and placed his hand on her cheek, and she leaned in toward him. “I know, we are finally free.”

“Draco, I -” she was cut off by his lips.

He kissed her slowly this time, taking the time to taste her properly. She tasted like Lemon Drops, and a sweetness he couldn’t seem to get enough of. She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, and pressed herself against him, his arms clung to her waist, as months worth of wanting came out in their second kiss. He could feel the warm tears that flowed from her eyes, and he broke off from her and kissed them away. “No more tears, Hermione.” he whispered, and she smiled up at him, through watery eyes.

“I love you, Draco.” she whispered as she buried her head in his chest.

They were the sweetest words he had ever heard, and his heart soared with joy. His own beat like a furiously beaten drum, and he could feel the pounding in his throat as he put his fingers under her chin and brought her face up to look her in the eyes and said “Say it again.”

“I love you.” she repeated.

“I love you too.” he replied, as he kissed her once more.



It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.


“Do you Draco Regulus Lucius Malfoy take Hermione Jean Granger to be your wife? To have and to hold from this day forth, In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish in this life and the next?”

“I do.” he said as he looked down at his radiant bride.

“Do you Hermione Jean Granger take Draco Regulus Lucius Black to be your Husband? To have and to hold from this day forth, In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish in this life and the next?”

“I do.” she smiled.

“You may kiss the bride.” smiled the Wizipriest.

Draco grinned and leaned into kiss his new wife. The crowd broke into applause as the newest Mr an Mrs Malfoy walked down the aisle. She looked on at Lucius, who looked as if he couldn’t be prouder of his son as he was at that very moment.

Later on that night as they danced cheek to cheek, Hermione knew she had done the right thing in marrying Draco Malfoy. No longer the arrogant Pureblood bigot he once was, but a caring, loving hero. She knew without him by her side she would be nothing, she would feel as if a part of her was missing, and she knew just what part. Her heart.


Draco was thinking along the same lines as he danced with his wife. He looked out over the crowd as he spun her outward and saw the knowing face of his father. Lucius Malfoy wholeheartedly supported him in his relationship with Hermione, adoring the muggleborn like she was one of his own. He knew she was the one who had put his son back together after his mothers tragic death, and for that he would always be grateful. He knew of no better a match for his son than Hermione, and knew how much she loved his son. She had made him what he was today.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

“Push, sweetheart, you can do it!” said Draco as he tried to soothe Hermione as she attempted to give birth to their child.

Hermione screamed as she pushed and pushed, determined to get their child out. She had been in labour for more than 20 hours now, and was exhausted. She felt a shift in her lower body as her child slid out.

“A beautiful baby girl!” said the Midwife as she took the baby to be cleaned, then handed the baby to her daddy.

“Ruby Narcissa.” breathed Hermione as Draco placed her daughter in her arms.

“Mum would of loved that.” he said as he was overcome with emotion at the sight of his wife and his new born daughter.

“You think?” she asked, as the nurse offered her a blood replenishing potion, and she grimaced as she swallowed it.

“And she would of loved you. She was always telling me to follow my heart and marry for love, but I never thought I would until I met you.” he said as he ran his finger back and forth over his daughters head. “I love her already.” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss Ruby’s little head.

“That’s because you’re her daddy, and she loves you too. And so do I.” she said a healer came in with a camera to take their first picture of Ruby.

He turned his head and looked at her, and kissed her quickly before dipping to kiss his daughter’s head once more. He smiled at the camera and placed his arm around his wife. The camera click and a instant photo slid out the bottom. The healer fanned it for a second and handed it over to Draco, who smiled as it developed.

“My family.” he said as he showed Hermione the picture.

“Yes we are.” she said with a smile, as Draco took her lips in a kiss.


Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

As Draco continued to sleep on, Hermione lifted the photo frame from the bed side table and looked at it. Three whole years had flown by since that picture. Ruby was nearly four and Lucius had settled down with a new wife called Leonie. Between them there was a lot of love and Lucius has learned his lesson when it came to blood supremacy. Lucius doted in his grand-daughter and delighted in teaching her new spells and taking her swimming in the Manor’s pool.

She would never forget the love that had brought them together, the love that had forged on the battlefield on that fateful day, and as Draco awoke beside her, she was thankful for every single day with him since. She turned to face him and smiled as he looked at her through sleep filled eyes, not caring whether he was still half asleep or not, she kissed him. He responded with eagerness and vigor, and wrapped his arms around her and brought her up onto his body, so that she was effectively straddling him. He moaned as her bare breasts where revealed to him and he couldn’t help himself from rising up to taste one of her dusky pink nipples.

He felt himself instantly harden as she let out a low, throaty moan, and she shifted herself so that she sat on the tip of his cock. She slowly lowered herself down before becoming impatient and slamming herself down hard onto his shaft. Draco moaned as she began to ride him, grinding her hips into his, her clitoris grazing his pubic hairs, sending shocks right down to her core.

She began to ride him in earnest, while Draco slammed himself upon into tight, hot cavern. After several thrusts she was shouting his name as she came around his cock, clamping down upon him like a pulsating vice. He followed straight after, moaning and thrusting lightly. She collapsed on top of him and laughed.

“That was quite a wake up call.” he laughed as he smoothed her hair out her face and kissed her.

“Just reminding you how much I love you.” she said as her head lay over his heart.

“And I you, my beautiful wife.” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

His words even after years could still make her heart soar. She felt like she was on cloud nine every time he kissed her, and she loved him more than life itself, and together they could do anything. Just her, her daughter and her hero. She could ask for nothing more. Life was perfect, and all was well.

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Written in response to Snapes_Goddess Love Song Challenge: Saving Draco. Which mysteriously disappeared from the Dramione section, for some strange reason, even though people loved it...Strange....

Published August 16th 2008.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.